I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something. I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4942 | 2012-05-17 04:02:48 | 87.57 | 94% |
| 4750 | 2012-03-27 09:48:31 | 100.15 | 97% |
| 4330 | 2011-12-15 11:43:15 | 87.33 | 97% |
| 3763 | 2011-11-15 06:46:38 | 87.89 | 95% |
| 3222 | 2011-10-03 08:24:39 | 84.18 | 93% |
| 3157 | 2011-09-30 06:52:33 | 95.14 | 98% |
| 2161 | 2011-06-13 02:36:45 | 81.31 | 94% |
| 699 | 2011-05-02 04:02:14 | 75.47 | |
| 124 | 2011-04-15 12:17:16 | 76.08 |